Regular Saturday, Part Two

I’ve been thinking so hard about happiness. What makes it, why we want it. Why we want other people to be it. How it is pounded into our heads relentlessly: “Must be happy, must be happy, must be happy.” Then I read this brilliant book...

Regular Saturday

This song kills me. In good and heart break-y ways. It’s funny how, now that I am sober (getting under my skin sober) that I find the meanings in sad love songs could be about me and my divorce from alcohol. The longing, the aching. The solid sense of hope...
A Broken Promise Revisited

A Broken Promise Revisited

When my youngest turned two we took a bike ride on the trail near our house together. We went to this trail almost every day- I logged miles and miles running and running and pushing both he and his older brother there in the running stroller. On that day he was...
Getting There

Getting There

Part of what I find the most glorious about being sober is when I find my way there. You know: there. Where you knew you needed to be all this time, but then there was that wrong turn at Albuquerque ugh! And who folded the map this way? Somehow your inner GPS...
Forever. That’s a Mighty Long Time.

Forever. That’s a Mighty Long Time.

I had a conversation with my universe sent friend Amy about being sober. About how long is OK. About if it’s a day by day thing, one day at a time, or what about forever? For me, forever works. I’ll tell you why: there is never ever any choice about...